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Author: Countee Cullen (1903-1946)

Texts set to music [warning - not necessarily comprehensive]

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A brown girl dead (With two white roses on her breasts) GER
All through an empty place I go
G. Bachlund: The loss of love

Dead men are wisest, for they know
G. Bachlund: The wise

Dear friends and gentle hearts - J. Duke [x] *
Epitaph for a poet (I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth) - C. Cohen, P. Schickele
For a poet (I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth) - G. Bachlund, R. Owens
From the Dark Tower (We shall not always plant while others reap ) - R. Owens
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
R. Owens: Yet do I marvel

I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth
G. Bachlund, R. Owens: For a poet
C. Cohen, P. Schickele: Epitaph for a poet
D. Moore: To a poet

If you should go - W. Still, J. Duke [x] *
Incident (Once riding in old Baltimore ) - K. Pahlen, G. Bachlund
Lament - G. Walker, E. Whithorne [x] *
Once riding in old Baltimore
K. Pahlen, G. Bachlund: Incident

Saturday's child (Some are teethed on a silver spoon) - G. Bachlund
Schwarzbraunes Mädel hat sterben gemusst *
A. Zemlinsky: Totes braunes Mädel

[No Title] (Some are teethed on a silver spoon) - E. Whithorne
Some are teethed on a silver spoon
E. Whithorne: Some are teethed on a silver spoon
G. Bachlund: Saturday's child

The loss of love (All through an empty place I go) - G. Bachlund
The wise (Dead men are wisest, for they know) - G. Bachlund
To a poet (I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth) - D. Moore
Totes braunes Mädel (Schwarzbraunes Mädel hat sterben gemusst) - A. Zemlinsky *
We shall not always plant while others reap
R. Owens: From the Dark Tower

With two white roses on her breasts GER
Yet do I marvel (I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind ) - R. Owens